Pie Shaver

Don’t you sometimes want to do something a little unorthodox? Don’t you want to live life on the edge? When someone points the finger at you, accusing you of being a boring old fart, don’t you want to hold something up and tell them that they’re wrong?

Don’t you sometimes want to shave a pie?

Behold!

Reuben and I did. It was a marvellous occasion for all, except the pie, which everyone forgot about and had to be thrown out.

26 comments to Pie Shaver

What I hear here is talk of a pie being shaved. What I see here is a pie with some squirty cream on. What I still don’t understand is what the shaving actually involved, or how a pie that had this much attention lavished on it could be forgotten so easily.

That’s the spirit. You’ll be the most you you’ve ever been once you’ve got an R’n’Beaver on side. And you know what they say (what?) about being the most you you’ve ever been: you’re double you. W. W is you. Like a yo-yo but with u’s. Double u’s. W.